You come into my life
And then you go away
You make me feel like a fool
For wanting you to stay
But i’m a busy guy
A lot of things to do
But there’s a reason why
Some of them just seem to lose their flavor
I feel like death warmed up
I can’t taste the coffee in my cup
I feel so low i’m underground
Every time you’re not around
And if i didn’t feel so high
And if i didn’t feel so proud
Then i wouldn’t cry
I wouldn’t feel so down
When you’re not around
You come and fill me up
With ecstasy and pain
And then i run on empty
‘til i see you again
But i’ve got things to do
And places i can go
I guess i can’t blame you
If some of them just seem to feel like nowhere
No, i don’t feel so great
I can’t taste the sandwich on my plate
I try to sing but there’s no sound
Every time you’re not around
And if i didn’t feel so high
And if i didn’t feel so proud
Then i wouldn’t cry
I wouldn’t feel so down
When you’re not around
